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shipwrecksinyourhead ([personal profile] murdrum_doyle) wrote2013-09-04 10:53 pm

I Dreamt I Was a Robot

Sometimes I wonder if I even have feelings, but then I feel so wretched that I figure I must. I don't know if it's dichotomous or an outright contradiction: I loathe human contact, but I feel empty without it.

Maybe it's just an utter lack of validation. Do I exist, or don't I? When I'm forgotten, I'm no longer certain if I'm a real human girl. Maybe the reason no one sees me is because I was never here in the first place.

And then one thing will happen to prove my corporeal existence and I feel that I'm sitting atop the world.

It always precludes a fall, and it's the landing that is just as much of a shock every time.
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[personal profile] crystalpyramid 2013-09-05 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
A friend linked me to this Hyperbole and a Half post recently, and your post reminded me of it. Apologies for free association. http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-part-two.html?m=1